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The longest night of the year. It wasn't special for any reason other than that, Vox didn't even knew it was, and he wouldn't care.
He did everything he did on a normal day. He got up, got dressed, went to work, and was coming home now. His car was in repair and he didn't want to call an Uber or a taxi, or something like that, he couldn't trust them, they could be dirty and he couldn't stand it. So he decided to walk home that evening.
It was already dark outside, but it wasn't late. Just dinner time. Of course, he needed to eat something when he got home, but he was too lazy for it, so he'd probably order something.
But he wasn't sure if anything he ate would cover his craving for blood.
Being seen as.. normal, was nice. He never wanted to be this. But actions had consequences, and Vox knew that first hand. One wrong decision, one wrong person could ruin your whole life.
If you asked another creature that's similar to Vox, the number of days they could go without draining someone would be, at most, a week. Maybe a month if you're not that greedy. But 7 years? No. They would look at you like you're crazy before they sunk their teeth into your neck.
Vox managed to do so. For 7 years.. he hasn't touched anybody. He was very proud of himself to do so, but at nights like these, nights where his hunger is bigger than his humanity, he sometimes wished he could be like them, not ashamed of who he was.
He never understood why. Why? Why was he so.. weird? The man who turned him into this told him he'd get used to it, it became normal after some time, that's why you were made for.. but it never worked. That time never came. And after everything, he completely stopped trying to make it happen. Of course he still couldn't go into the sun, but nobody had to know, right? He was a pretty important person now, a CEO. But would he still be important if people knew what he was, or would they chase him with stakes to take out his heart? Vox knew it would be the second option.
As he was walking down the street, he could see all the different and shiny restaurants, lined up and working non-stop. They weren't that common when he was still alive -not that he could afford it even if they were. He mostly liked going out to eat something, because he could, but also he wanted to enjoy the look of every food he was putting in his mouth. He couldn't properly taste it anyway, he wanted to keep his eyes full instead.
He didn't only smell the food, he could smell the blood of everyone inside too. It was frustrating but he was used to it.
He stopped outside one of them and looked inside. Maybe he could go in..? If he wasn't so tired, he definitely would..
His eyes focused on a waiter for a moment. She had long black hair, tall (probably taller than Vox), wasn't so skinny, but definitely beautiful. He kept watching her, she was currently taking an order, and he loved the way her fingers moved as she was holding the pencil.
His eyes moved up to her neck, which made him close them quickly. He couldn't think about that. He found the girl beautiful, that was it. He of course didn't want to drink her blood.. Obviously. Maybe take her on a date?
He already knew it was a ridiculous idea. He hadn't been with anyone for the last 7 years (he wasn't scared, he was just.. taking precautions) and he wanted to keep it that way.
If anyone knew what he was, they would be disgusted. He was a monster, and a pretender.
He realized he should keep walking and was probably looking like a creep when someone bumped into him. He'd usually get mad, but since it snapped him into reality, he didn't say anything, he sent one last look to where the waiter was standing -who wasn't there anymore- and left.
He didn't think about anything on the rest of the way home. He just wanted to eat something, and go to sleep, he had a meeting in the morning and-
He started holding his breath when he noticed his front door open. He was sure he closed it when he left his house, he would check it multiple times every time. Did someone break in? He thought with every security camera and alarms he put there it would be safe.. He decided to go in and see whatever the hell was going on.
As he started walking through the house, he noticed there wasn't any mess on the ground. No broken stuff, no footprint.. the door didn't look forced either. He was confused, and doubting himself. Did he really leave it open? Or was it some perfect thief who decided to mess with him?
He stopped in his tracks as he smelled something. Yes, it was blood, just like he expected, there was someone in the house. But it was.. familiar. Too familiar.
“.. Alastor?” He called out, he couldn't hide the shock in his voice. He followed the smell, and finally reached his living room.
There he was. The man he hadn't seen in 7 years. The one who left him despite his begging to not be left alone.
The one he loved.
He was just standing there.. and smiling. Vox knew that smirk. It was one of the most annoying things he had ever seen in his life. He hated him. He hated this so much-
“You- How-?” Vox tried to speak. He wanted to yell, ask him what was going on. Instead, he almost jumped the other man like an animal.
“What the fuck are you doing in my house?!” He finally managed to yell as he grabbed the other man's collar, and let his fangs out.
Alastor was still smiling. No, he was laughing. Laughing at him, at the sight of Vox. He didn't seem terrified from the fangs at all.
“My my, what a warm welcome, old pal.” He said, tilting his head to the side as he looked up and down at him.
Vox was about to do something. Maybe slap or punch him. But before he could think of something, Alastor grabbed his wrists. He was a much older vampire, and was stronger than him. (Not that Vox would ever admit it, but he wasn't stupid. He knew.)
“Get your damn hands off me-!” Vox protested, but it didn't do much. Alastor just pulled him closer, his touch was firm, but still gentle. In a mocking way.
“What the fuck do you want? Why the hell are you back!?”
“Can’t a fella visit his old friend?” Alastor said, in a mocking offended way. He loved making fun of Vox, he enjoyed seeing him getting all mad and flustered. It was such a fun look. “You're being rude, are you stressed? This isn't a very good look on you, pal.” He stated, it was the furthest away from being genuine.
“We are not friends, for God's sake.” Vox hissed at him, but Alastor's smile didn't even wave. Instead, it got bigger.
Vox attempted to escape from his grip again, but he was still being held close to him. He could hear the man's heartbeat as he was pressed against his chest, and it didn't help
He was so hungry.
“It's been 7 years.” Vox said, trying to sound calmer than he was. “I suggest you go back to whatever shit hole you came out of, and never come back.”
“That's not very nice now, is it?” Alastor said, tracing the outline of Vox's jaw with his finger, -Vox didn't even realize he was holding his wrists with one hand now- his touch was soft, unlike his smile. “You seem very irritated, and hungry, my dear. I can smell it.” He was sliding his hand down to Vox's neck. “When was the last time you ate?”
“I don't do that shit anymore.” Vox said as he finally pushed Alastor back. “I'm not an animal, unlike you.”
Alastor just chuckled at that, his smile still on his face. He found it hilarious how Vox was trying to ignore his true self to appeal to people who would hate him anyways.
“You don't need to lie to me, my dear friend. Or better yet, don't lie to yourself. You're a blood thirsty, starving predator. Anyone with an eye could see it.” He took a step closer to Vox. “Calling me an animal for not hiding who I am.. feels a bit bigoted, doesn't it?”
Vox scoffed at that. He never felt more annoyed before. How could Alastor be so calm and casual about this? Was he always like that? Not caring about anything? The ones he affected the most?
He tried to ignore the smell of Alastor's blood, how close they were. His fangs were still out, and he was fighting the urge to not dig them onto Alastor's flesh and drain him.
He wouldn't.
“Shut up, you don't know anything. I'm not like you.”
Alastor raised his hands, showing he gave up. “Maybe so.” He said, then started walking around the room, looking at the furniture.
“You know, you're being so hostile, I'm almost gonna think that you haven't missed me. I definitely missed you.”
Vox clenched his teeth, letting out a deep sigh as Alastor went off and looked around. He couldn't believe what was happening. He was doing just fine for the last 7 years and now this bastard was back!
“Missed me? Don't make me laugh.” Vox said in his usual annoyed tone, he followed Alastor, watching his moves closely.
Alastor laughed too. He knew Vox, he knew he wouldn't fall for it. But it was fun to play with him anyway.
“Oh, you don't believe me?” He said, turning to face Vox. He grabbed his wrist again, and pulled his arm up to match his mouth. “I missed how you tasted.. 7 years, out in the wild, surrounded by different people from different places with different lives. Yet I've never seen anyone taste as good as you..”
Vox tried so hard to ignore the shiver went down his spine as he felt the warm mouth on his wrist, craving the blood in his veins.
“And I've never seen a psycho like you.” His body was tense, but he couldn't move his arm.
Alastor chuckled, he was getting closer to Vox now. His beautiful eyes were sharp as ever, and his smile was present.
“A psycho? Well, I prefer to call myself a connoisseur of life's luxuries, but if that's what you want..” He softly grabbed Vox's chin. He was getting even more tense, Alastor's words were getting under his skin. He was trying to keep his distance, but it was difficult. Especially with how he was basically pulled towards him, almost being pressed against each other as he was holding his face.
“You.. You're so annoying..” Vox spoke in a breath and he hated that his face reddened a bit, he hoped Alastor wouldn't notice, but they were so close.
Alastor's mouth went down to Vox's wrist again, this time, he bit it for real. Causing blood running down, he almost threw apart his skin.
Vox tensed even more at that, and he closed his eyes for a moment. His body was betraying him. When he felt the other man's tongue over the blood, he almost wanted to whimper.
How could Alastor enjoy this so much?
“Look at you. Not so brave or stubborn anymore, are we?” Alastor teased, licking the blood from his arm and looking at Vox's face as he did so. He was adorable.
“You make me want to take my time with you. Tear you to pieces and make a proper meal for weeks. But I don't have the patience, my dear. I think you know that already.”
Even if he was trying to hide it, Vox was shaking, and Alastor could notice it. The way the man licked his blood was too much to handle, along with his words. It was-.. making it hard to think carefully.
He was tired, and hungry. He could feel the suppressed craving of the last 7 years finally surfacing, and he didn't like it. He didn't like how much he wanted to give in. He could feel his control slipping, his brain was getting foggy, he couldn't get a clear thought. But he refused to let himself go down without a fight- or he tried.
“You're sick in the head. You're a freak.” He cursed himself for how shaky his voice was. He couldn't even stand up to Alastor.
“And who are you to judge me, hm?” Alastor replied, his smirk growing. “You’re such a hypocrite. You're trying so hard to be normal, but deep down, aren't you just like me?” He went on, his tongue was still over the bite, he was getting addicted already. “Hungry, desperate, yearning for blood. Don't tell me you haven't felt the urge in a long while.”
Alastor's words hit closer to home than Vox accepted, he pulled his arm to himself, and attempted to fix his clothes. Then pointed at the door.
“Get out of my house. Go back to your rathole. I don't want to do anything with you.”
Alastor just laughed. His attempt to act tough was funny to him. He wasn't going anywhere, he had every intention of staying. He stepped closer to Vox yet again, almost pushing him against the wall.
“Oh my dear.. why are you like this? Trying to resist me?” He leaned forward, so close to him now, their faces almost touching. He grabbed the other man's hands to prevent him from escaping. “Don't you know how lovely you taste?”
“Get off of me. Right now.”
Vox said in a firm voice as he tried to not show any weaknesses. Alastor was still holding him, he was so close.. He could feel his breath against his face, and it was making it difficult to think. It was so much- too much.
Alastor just chuckled at Vox's stubbornness as he tried to push him away again. The other man's proximity was driving Vox insane, he hated how his mind was getting so blurry. He was basically pinned against the wall, Alastor's grip on him was tight, yet not cruel, making Vox unable to find in himself the strength and hatred to blame him. The smell, the touches.. he could barely speak. His breathing was shallow and irregular. Despite his protests, his body was becoming responsive to Alastor's touch.
“What do you want from me..?”
Alastor's gaze became more intense as he heard the words. He was enjoying the power he had over Vox. The way he could make him tremble and make him forget his words was addictive.
“I want you, my dear.” His voice low and filled with a hint of mockery. “I want to taste you, and make you mine. I want to make you realize your true nature.”
He leaned even closer, nuzzling his nose against Vox's neck, his breath was hot against his skin, he chuckled again as he felt him shiver.
“Stop- don't-” Vox opposed again. His weak voice was fading away. His whole body was trembling against Alastor now, and he couldn't help the small gasps he let out. It was driving him insane, he couldn't control his response to the touches, it was like his own body was betraying him..
He tried to look away, but Alastor turned his face to himself again. He could hear the man laughing and felt so weak. He was so close to breaking, and Alastor couldn't wait to see him finally crack.
“Your body is so honest, more honest than you.” He said, his face inches away from Vox's. “You say no, but your body betrays you. It wants this. It wants me. It's just your mind that needs to catch up.”
Alastor's hand was still on Vox's face, he looked at him for a moment before making the bite on his wrist bleed again. Vox couldn't find the words to save himself, he could barely think. He let out a small whimper, unable to stop the sound coming out. His body was shaking even more now. He could feel his resolve crumbling.
Alastor was right. His body was responding to the touch in a way that couldn't be denied. He needed to embrace his hunger.
Alastor could feel him breaking down. The noises he made were like music to his ears. He was so close to getting him to submit.
“That's right. Just let it go. Let go of all those silly thoughts of being normal.” His voice was low and seductive. He could see the need in his eyes and he knew he had him in the palm of his hand.
“Give in to your true nature, and let me fix you.”
Vox was losing his last bit of control, he didn't even think about how good he was doing to appear as normal. Everything was out of the window now.
“I-..” He tried to deny one last time, but he couldn't find his words. His eyes were fixated on Alastor, and he wanted him. He was tired, so damn tired of fighting.
He raised his hands to hold Alastor's face as he finally gave in, and sunk his teeth onto his neck to take the blood. After years of starvation, the first blood he drank was his. Alastor didn't pull back, he didn't flinch. He just let out a small laugh, and let him.
“That's it, good boy.” His voice was soft like usual, it held a note of mocking- and approval. He could feel the way Vox's body was pressed against his, the way he was drinking his blood like a parched man.
"You've really been starving, haven't you? You poor thing… But I'm here now,” He said as he raised his hand to Vox's hair. “And I'm not going to let you destroy yourself no more.”
Vox couldn't help it, the taste of the blood was so sweet, so delicious. It was everything he had been missing. It felt like heaven on earth. His hand moved down to Alastor's shoulders, and pulled him closer to himself as he kept drinking his blood. He was lost.
“I've missed this, you know.” Alastor was talking, he was playing with Vox's hair. “The way you get so lost to your needs, it's quite endearing.” He looked down, even though he couldn't see the other man's face, he was enjoying this.
Vox was barely holding back the noises that were threatening to escape his mouth. He was feeling like crazy, but who could blame him? It was addicting. He just wanted more and more and-
He could hear Alastor's words, but they were like background noise to him, he couldn't comprehend what he was talking about. But he didn't want him to stop, his voice was calming, he wanted to keep him talking as he was finally feeding himself.
“You're so greedy, my dear. Like a wild animal who's only caring to satisfy his own hunger. But I don't mind it. I think that's when you look the best, it's who you are.”
He was clinching into him tightly like a lifeline as he was getting even more desperate. He was almost trying to drain himself in his blood.
“You.. taste..” He managed to gasp out, his mouth was getting messier as he kept getting fed. Blood was dripping down his chin, and staining his clothes, alongside his and Alastor's hands. “.. so good..”
“Drink as much as you need.. I've missed this.” Alastor said. He felt a weird sense of pleasure in seeing the normally stoic and composed man so feral and wild.
Vox could hardly block back whimpers this time. The blood was driving him crazy, he was desperate for more, unable to stop himself. His hands were still clenched tightly around Alastor's shoulders, and his body was shaking as if he was left out in the cold. Nothing else mattered to him. His eyes were starting to tear up. He felt like a.. he didn't know how to describe that. Like a dog, like an animal. That probably would be the closest.
After some time, he felt Alastor pushing him and his head back, but Vox was still holding onto him like a baby, not wanting to give up.
Vox was almost whining at the loss of blood, but Alastor didn't care. He grabbed Vox from the arms and put some distance between them. The other man was looking at him with such a strange expression. His face was covered in blood and he was shaking.
“Look at you, you're making quite a mess. But I think you've had enough from me now.” He said, letting his smile grow wider. He kept appreciating Vox's face, and the changes happened during the time they were away from each other. He raised one hand to touch his hair again. “You're blond now?”
Vox didn't answer. He looked at Alastor, and without a second thought, pushed his lips against the other man's. Alastor gasped as he felt the taste of his own blood in his mouth, but didn't pull back. He returned the kiss, and let himself hold Vox's back.
‘You’re so beautiful, my dear..” Alastor thought to himself during the kiss. “You'll be even prettier when you stop being this fake self of yours.”
Alastor smiled at him, and raised his hand to hold the shorter man's face. He was looking at him, and he could see the years of loneliness in those brown eyes. He wondered if Vox saw the same in his too?
“Now,” Alastor interrupted the silence, also causing Vox to pull himself back to his mind. “Let's find you some real food, shall we?” He asked, and started walking towards the door without waiting for a reply.
Vox watched him leave from the door, knowing it was a sign to follow him. If he was in his right mind, he knew it would be a stupid decision to go outside with blood on his face and clothes.
But he wasn't going to let Alastor walk out and leave him, not again.